Death pervades III

No sooner did H's dying friend get to a hospice than -- she died last night. So for H it's a scrambling day with other friends of the deceased, still tying together loose ends. The Big C doesn't mess around when it gets its clutches in you. Once again, from my distant vantage point, the attempted cure looked worse than the disease. I know people recover from cancer. I also know many suffer more than they need to in failed treatment. It's a crap shoot and each individual must decide. But I already know where I stand.